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A Paper Dropped
From Her Softy Hand
She Went Out From The Restaurant Quickly
I Thought The Paper Is A Perfume Love Letter
It Was The Restaurant Bill
The Boat Was Close From The Coast
And There Was No Problem
Which Crazy Time This Storm Had?!
To Destroyed A Boat Which Anchored
For Moments
From Her Softy Hand
She Went Out From The Restaurant Quickly
I Thought The Paper Is A Perfume Love Letter
It Was The Restaurant Bill
The Boat Was Close From The Coast
And There Was No Problem
Which Crazy Time This Storm Had?!
To Destroyed A Boat Which Anchored
For Moments
